For the moment, save for my unseen self, they were alone, shut in by the shifting but never rising smoke, and in that moment, as Lossing bent over to peer at the thing on the ground at his feet, the man just behind him drew from his pocket something which I guessed at rather than recognised, something which caused me to spring forward with my fist clenched.
— from Against Odds: A Detective Story by Lawrence L. Lynch
Take the reins, Bonne Silène, while I go and reconnoitre the position.
— from Hildegarde's Holiday: A Story for Girls by Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards
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